Tag Archives: Writing

So It Goes

By the wateralong the roadI follow my stepsor so it goes.The little thingspass the timetry to findmagic in the ordinary sanity in the chaos. I find the magic but questions left unanswered for I cannot seethe full picture yet I remain steadyfor all I can control isme, myself, and Isomehow I have sanityout of theContinue reading “So It Goes”

Sea Foam

The bubbling sound of the sea lingers in the below-freezing air as it hits the rocks covered in a light dusting of morning snow. It reminds me of soda. Winter. The changing of weather patterns makes my body repel from outside activity but I seek out the sea regardless for its beauty and mystery compelsContinue reading “Sea Foam”

In-Between

The week in-betweenholidays is quiet. Everyone unsure of what they should be doing,little work to get done. The northern hemisphere has frozen over, it’s prettyto look at but coldto go into. The days of the yearcome to a close, I amgrateful for allthat has happened,thankful there’s moreto come.

Outer Edge

Here is where I find myself —in the patience of a momentdetached from beginnings or endssimply being on the outer edgeof the morning.I fold my legs under my deskthe way I’ve done since I wasin kindergarten, crisscrossapplesauce chants in my head.Slowly, I write as I focuson breath holds to combat anyanxiety ruminating on the outset.IContinue reading “Outer Edge”

First Snow

The beginning of a new erasnow has quietly graced uswith its ever loving presence.I admire the flakes fallingwhile taking the timethe following day todig out my car fromthe blanket it left behind.At sunset, I see throughthe leaveless treesas we drive I admirethe change that brought usback to the end ofthe year in preparationfor the next.

Spooky Season

Wandering through a graveyard,a classic east coast eventto participate in at leastonce every autumn.The sun flares throughthe leaves that willblanket the groundthe next week inflaming orange colors.For now, the air is crisp,the changing seasonswill soon take effect.The ghosts will danceas pumpkins line alongthe stone wall and childrenrun by laughing with candyin large pillowcases.

Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty

IThe trees have dark red, orange, and yellow leaves that cause me to say “awe” as I drive home. My favorite time of year. The crisp in the air makes the hair on my arms to stick up underneath my worn, pink sweater. The sight of these beautiful leaves allow me to ignore the uncertaintyContinue reading “Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty”

Mirror

The evenings spent driving along the coast reminders of living my internal reality becomes a scapegoat when the waters become unstableI drive along finding peace within the colors in the east above the ocean the backdrop mirroring the sun saying goodnight I come back to myself when I escape for a bit I learn notContinue reading “Mirror”

Dreamscape

I wander through a crowd of people.The night is young, the band is alivewith the music they’re playing underthe stars. Summer, the months in thenorthern hemisphere where the sun warmsthe earth, the light stays late as the daysdrift by in a blur, a hazy hot blur, where walking outside feels like stepping into awarm poolContinue reading “Dreamscape”